At the Cross her station keeping

At the Cross her station keeping Lyrics and
Music

The inspirational words and lyrics of this beloved hymn begin with "At the
cross her station keeping, stood the mournful mother
weeping" as the first line of the hymn. The words and lyrics of this "At the Cross her station keeping"
hymn are attributed to Bernard of Clairvaux. The
author of the hymn, Bernard of Clairvaux, was born
in 1090 and died on August 20, 1153. The composer of
the music to the "At the Cross her station keeping"
is unknown. We have placed
"At the Cross her station keeping" in the category of Catholic Hymns. Enjoy the
beautiful
lyrics of this popular Roman Catholic church song and
classical
church hymn.

At the Cross her station keeping Hymn
Title: At the Cross her station keeping *** Hymns
Category: Catholic Hymns *** First
Line of the Hymn: "At the cross her station
keeping, stood the mournful mother weeping"

Information about the
HymnTitle of Hymn: At the Cross her station keeping
Author of Lyrics (Hymnist): Bernard of Clairvaux (1090
to August 20, 1153)
Nationality of Author:
French
Translator of the Hymn
lyrics: Edward Caswall
(1814-1878)
Name of Composer of Music:
Unknown
Hymn Category: Catholic
Hymns
First Line of Hymn: "At
the cross her station
keeping, stood the mournful
mother weeping"
First Publication Date:
zpubz

At the Cross her station keeping Lyrics

At the cross her station keeping,
stood the mournful mother weeping,
close to Jesus at the last,
Through her soul, of joy bereavèd,
bowed with anguish, deeply grievèd,
now at length the sword hath passed.

Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing,
in her trouble so amazing,
born of woman, would not weep?
Who, on Christ's dear Mother thinking,
such a cup of sorrow drinking,
would not share her sorrows deep?

For his people's sins, in anguish,
there she saw the victim languish,
bleed in torments, bleed and die.
Saw the Lord's anointed taken,
saw her Child in death forrsaken,
heard his last expiring cry.

In the passion of my Maker,
be my sinful soul partaker,
may I bear with her my part;
of his passion bear the token,
in a spirit bowed and broken
bear his death within my heart.

May his wounds both wound and heal me,
he enkindle, cleanse, and heal me,
be his cross my hope and stay.
May he, when the mountains quiver,
from that flame which burns for ever
shield me on the judgment day.

Jesus, may thy cross defend me,
and thy saving death befriend me,
cherished by thy deathless grace:
when to dust my dust returneth,
grant a soul that to thee yearneth
in thy paradise a place.